Imagine toby x fem!reader in the car with toby waiting for hoodie & masky to return from there gas station car,..and start kissing or more like making out,,.because when they hear a knocking on the car window and are embarrassedly interrupted,..???👀👀
anon you have a genius mind 👀 hope i managed to met your expectations
꩜ night drive suggestive — minors dni
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— established situationship (?) sort of?
It was late and raining, the roads empty as Tim drove back to the cabin after a rough mission, a comfortable silence between the four people in the old truck.
Brian patted his hand on his thigh, matching the slow rhythm of the radio while Toby sat besides you in the backseat, arms crossed, hood pulled up and closed eyes.
He was so quiet you’d assume he was sleeping, if you didn’t knew any better.
Sighing and tired, you looked away, eyes watching the tree line as you leaned against the window, counting the raindrops patting against the glass before getting bored and returning your gaze to the tall pines.
Suddenly, Tim took a turn, and the truck idled quietly outside the gas station, the headlights illuminating the empty parking lot. It almost looked abandoned.
“Why are we stopping?” you asked, brows furrowed as Tim only scoffed in response, pushing his door open.
“Low on gas, duh, why else would I stop at a gas station?” the man simply replied, slamming the door shut behind him. Brian whistled at his friend’s gruffness, turning around and giving you a tight smile.
“I’m getting snacks. You two want anything?” When you shook your head and Toby only grunted, he left the car.
You could only watch as both men walked into the convenience store, bickering on their way in.
Minutes passed since then, the muffled sound of rain pattering against the concrete floor could be heard through the windows, growing louder each second.
“They’re taking forever,” you muttered, glancing toward the convenience store, “And the rain is getting worse.”
Toby chuckled, “Y-Yeah, they’ll survive. Not like t-they’re made of sugar.”
The silence settled between you. You looked at him, and he was already staring back. He smiled, a small, crooked smile that made your heart race every time.
“Y-You know…” He stuttered, tics worsening with a crack of his joints.
“What?”
Instead of answering, he looked away, a faint blush across his cheeks, almost unnoticeable if not for the flickering lights from outside.
“You’re a little nervous tonight,” you noted with a quiet laugh, shuffling closer in the backseat.
He huffed out, almost embarrassed before a hand reaching for yours as he followed your lead, leaning in and brushing his lips against yours, hesitant.
You closed the small distance between you two and smiled into his lips, “And eager too.” One kiss quickly turned into another, both of you laughing softly whenever your noses bumped.
“I-It’s not like y-you’re complaining,” he whispered against your mouth, earning a quiet laugh and a roll of your eyes before he pulled you in again, lips parting like an invitation.
You hummed, closing your eyes and tilting your head as your tongues met, a hand moving to his chest, pushing him till his back hit the door.
He smiled against you, teeth teasingly pulling at your lower lip as his hands held your waist, sliding under your shirt, nails digging in your soft skin, earning a whine out of you as your hand fisted at his hoodie.
“F-Fuck,” Toby murmured when you pulled back to breath, his lips glossy and swollen as his hands pushed your shirt up, thumbs grazing against your ribs. You were about to lean down and kiss him again, then—
Knock. Knock.
At the window right behind you.
You both froze.
“Shit–” You whispered, mortified as you pulled back, slowly turning to look over your shoulder.
Brian stood outside, holding a bag of chips with a disgusted look in his face, and yet you could see the faint hint of a smile, as if he was trying to hide a laugh.
You could hear Tim filling up the tank, and obviously trying to ignore what he saw through the window.
Toby straightened in his seat so fast he nearly hit his head on the door, his face red as a tomato.
You fixed your shirt and covered your face, cheeks burning in shame as you moved back to your seat.
Brian snickered, before walking to the passenger’s side, the door clicked open and he climbed back inside, opening his bag of chips.
“I don’t even have words to explain how I’m feeling now,” he murmured, holding back a chuckle while he shoved food into his mouth.
Tim followed, avoiding to glance your way as his hands held firmly the steering wheel and he sighed.
“Well,” Brian said casually, holding up the snacks. “I guess we interrupted the lovebirds?”
You groaned, hiding your face even more as Toby muttered, “N-No! We didn’t-“
“Stop, okay? I don’t want nor I need to hear it, boy,” Tim interrupted him, just shaking his head like a disappointed father, “I need a cigarette.”
Brian just wheezed out as Tim pulled into the road again, driving off into the night.
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